Conscience settles in each moment
Waiting patiently
Individual will
Pushed and pulled
Peer pressures whirling
Buffeting our souls
Conscience settles in each moment
Ready to steer the course
Between shoals and islands
Rocks and rapids
Through stagnant waters
Keeping our souls true
Conscience settles in each moment
Ready to point the way
Across open prairies and plains
Down country roads
Through villages and towns
Steadying our hands on the wheel
Conscience settles in each moment
Ready to light the way
Up steep inclines, over rocky crags
Traversing valleys and into foothills
Through forests and meadows
Keeping our footsteps sure.
“Wrong does not cease to be wrong because the majority share in it.”
~ Leo Tolstoy
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